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Well doggies. That worked SO WELL for the French didn't it? Not to mention the Egyptians under ancient Rome and the Koreans who were subjugated by the Chinese. Fun stuff. I was particularly enamored of the writers nom de plume, Professor Fate. I remember that name and you can find his picture here:http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000063K2R.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpgAnd a picture of his car here:http://cache.viewimages.com/xc/2193982.jpg?v=1&c=ViewImages&k=2&d=4A08BA160FD330DAA8DE6230ADEAB958A55A1E4F32AD3138

Incidentally, if you wanted to counter his commentary, you could always take the name "The Great Leslie" Oh man, "The Great Race" was one of my favorite movies growing up. My parents used to take us to the drive-in and pack a picnic supper. We would get bored and fall asleep in the back. But this was the first movie I recall watching all the way through. The second was "What Did You Do In The War, Daddy"

I used to get pretty exercised about the kind of diatribes linked too from Little Green Footballs but I've come around to an understanding that the diatribists and their diatribes are unintentional evidence of the hollowness of their claims.

These folks aren't fighting a revolution. There aren't any gun battles in their futures. In fact, the primary reason we hear from them is because they are courting no risk at all. They expect to be able to pop off without repercussions, citing their right to freedom of speech and they'd be horrified and terrified at the prospect of having to do anything more substantive then turn red in the face to secure those rights.

What that hyperbole represents is the sort of entertainment one gets from a roller coaster: the form, and thrill, of danger without its substance.

These people hate America about as much as a spoiled child hates their parents.